"Endless Night!"
Beatrice's sharp, furious roar pierced through everyone's eardrums like a whip of sound.
Around her, small and lightweight objects began to tremble and shift. A strange force was drawing them in—pulling them steadily toward her position.
A tiny black sphere, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, began to condense in her palm.
It was a miniature black hole—formed entirely from dark element.
Only mages who had taken their mastery of dark magic to its pinnacle could even begin to touch such deep gravitational spells.
Yet Alice showed not the slightest trace of fear.
The golden blade in her hand, like a comet tearing across the heavens, blazed with such brilliance that even a black hole seemed dull and dim in its presence.
In a single heartbeat, the golden comet clashed violently with the black hole.
